Thanks guys. My parents didn't treat me any different from my two brothers either. In elementary school, I'd play soccer with the guys, and hang out some after school. Any time we had to do a play in school, I would insist on playing a male role or I would refuse to participate. I was aggressive and strong. Fifth grade was really where the major problems started. All my male friends shunned me, thinking I was a weird girl, and the girls wanted nothing to do with me. It was pretty obvious to them that I wasn't one of them. Girls had to wear a one piece blue striped short/top thing in gym, and i can tell you it was really embarrassing and humiliating.
Where I grew up, transgenders were a joke. If one person wanted to insult another kid, they would say "your mother went to Sweden to get a sex change. I had no idea that transitioning was real. At 18 I started attempting suicide. Shrinks kept putting me on meds I didn't need and despite my dress, demeanor and speech pattern, none of them picked up on it. When I was 26, one finally did. Instead of trying to treat a girl with a mental problem, he saw the man trapped in the wrong body. The relief was tremendous.
What blew my mind was when I went back to my old guidance counsellor in high school to have my transcripts change to male, she said they knew something was really wrong and would talk about it in their conference room. Not one of them ever asked me if I was ok. That's old though. I guess whether you feel like you missed out on some coming of age rituals depends on where you lived and current information.
Sam1234